She Leaves. I Will Wait for Her

The Sun is edging off, a lover losing interest.
September's come. Her warmth is less.
She shows up later, leaves much sooner
Than she did two months ago, and I have
Got a breaking heart. I loved to feel her
Hot embrace, to be enlivened by her
Brilliance. Not for me is chilly Autumn,
Welcomed back by dreary souls, who find
My love, like so much else, too much.
They savor moderation. I'm inclined
Toward extremes, though I see nothing
Good in Winter. I'll do no more than
Endure it as I wait to be united once
More with my Sun.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-09-09 at 16:03

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